gravy, eggs, cheese and rice

And the earth quivered.
It's dangerous to read newspapers because
atwood said so. and the sweat from newsprint soils your soul.
Perpetuating, insinuating, dramatic love warfare.
Weaving fingers behind your head like a PoW: freedom
Liberty, more like. "Every woman for herself" when you're on the street.
Numbers for lives, like money is for time.
Tsunami down your throat, in cascades of jumbled letters piecing nothing.
Vietnam and Dresden, join the Green Beret's and the noble cause of crusades.
FREE WILL. tattooed into your soul.
because, pressed up against a wall
your mouth tastes of metallic. Guns and strength, virtuous l'amour.
And you're wearing a white silk dress and a silly grin.